LOGIN(Author’s POV)Ruby stood motionless in the middle of her room. Richard’s sickening, insatiable greed and Camilia’s venomous, burning hatred swirled in her mind, over and over like a broken record, like knives digging repeatedly into old wounds but beneath the disgust, a profound sense of clarity settled over her and she would tear down heaven and earth to reclaim what her parents had left for her.Suddenly a melodic ping shattered the silence of the room. Ruby blinked, snapping out of her trance. Her gaze flicked toward her desk, where her laptop sat wide open. With a slow, deliberate stride, she walked over to the desk and pulled the laptop closer. The sender's address instantly made her breath hitch,’The International Crown Art Competition Committee’.As her eyes raced across the text, her eyes widened and her jaw slackened in absolute, stunning shock.‘Dear Participant, We are exceptionally proud to inform you that your physical submission, titled 'The Rebirth of a Shadow,' has pa
(Author’s POV)Ruby remained leaning against the bedroom door for several long moments after returning from Richard and Camilia's room. Then, she stood up from the cold floor, walking over to her bed with a smooth, balanced stride.Her hands were steady now. She pulled up her phone and opened the photographs of the documents she had captured only seconds prior in her parents room.She zoomed in on the first page, her eyes scanning the dense, legal words line by line. As her gaze progressed down the digital pages, her eyes widened, the breath catching in the back of her throat all over again.These were not just standard inheritance papers. They were property deeds, massive land allocations and primary corporate trust shares. And every single one of them was l
(Author’s POV)For the next three days, Ruby’s bedroom transformed into a high-stakes sanctuary of creation. She selected the first theme, ‘The Rebirth of a Shadow’. It mirrored her own existence so perfectly that she didn’t even need to sketch a preliminary draft, the imagery spilled directly from her mind onto the massive canvas like blood from a freshly opened wound.The second-round submission required participants to send a physical painting rather than a digital copy. That meant she couldn't simply upload her work. She had to somehow get the painting out of the mansion without anyone finding out and that proved far more difficult than creating the artwork itself.During those three days, Ruby divided her time carefully. Half of it went toward painting. The other half went toward o
(Author’s POV)The afternoon sunlight spilled across Ruby's room. She sat at her desk, laptop open before her while casually browsing various websites. Suddenly, a new notification badge popped up over her email icon.Ruby clicked on the inbox. The sender address made her heart stop, ‘The International Crown Art Competition Committee’. With a trembling breath, she clicked the email open. The bold, elegant letters at the very top read, ‘CONGRATULATIONS’.Ruby’s eyes scanned the text at lightning speed. It was an official notice informing her that the digital submission she had secretly sent just twenty-four hours ago had successfully passed the first round.Forgetting everything, Ruby jumped from her chair. She felt her eyes becoming sl
(Author’s POV)The next five days passed in careful secrecy. Behind the locked doors of her bedroom, Ruby pushed her body to its absolute limits.Marcus continued visiting discreetly. His rehabilitation sessions became increasingly intense as her body grew stronger. He had Ruby executing squats, holding herself upright on the compact parallel bars hidden beneath her mattress, and practicing walking in straight lines across the room. Her legs, once thin and ghostly from atrophy, were reclaiming their muscle tone at an astonishing speed.The raw, unyielding determination to heal was burning so fiercely in her eyes that even Marcus, who had trained world-class athletes, was left in absolute awe."I've never seen anyone fight their own nervous system the way you do, Ru
(Author’s POV)The morning sun rose fully, flooding Ruby’s bedroom with a brilliant, blinding glow, washing away the darkness left behind by the terrifying events that had taken place within these walls.Ruby stood by her window, her bare feet pressing firmly against the polished floor. She took a step forward. Her left knee wobbled, a sharp jolt of residual weakness shooting up her thigh, but she didn’t fall. She balanced herself, taking another slow, deliberate step, and then another. She could walk although it was shaky, unpolished, and required an immense amount of mental focus.However, she had no intention of letting anyone outside the four walls of this bedroom know her secret.A sharp, familiar knock sounded at the door.
(Author’s POV)The dungeon beneath the Ashford Estate disappeared behind Stefan as he walked through the silent corridors.The heavy frosted-glass door slid shut
(Author’s POV)Ruby had made her choice, even after someone tried to kill her inside her own home. She chose to stay because leaving now would mean running away from the truth and she was done running.
(Author’s POV)The next two weeks passed in complete secrecy.To everyone inside the Vale mansion, Ruby Vale remained exactly what they believed her to be, a fragile woman who had just awakened from a two-year coma and could barely stand without assistance and she intended to keep it that way.None
(Author’s POV)The journey back to her room felt longer than usual. The servant pushed Ruby's wheelchair through the grand hallways of the Vale mansion while silence surrounded them. Yet it wasn't truly silent.As the elevator doors slid open on the upper level and Ruby was rolled down the long, ca







